Art Exhibit

I I saw a picture of you today

At an art exhibit
On memory lane

You wore those pearls we found on Champs Elysees

Framed like the golden masters

Forgotten all these years
Pouring like rain

A true thought appears

Oh the genius of pain

Without a name

Pouring like rain

Cause I'm on my back on my back again
Words we had to describe the same feeling

Now without a meaning

Cause I'm on my back on my back again
Looking at a hole in the ceiling

I I watched the movie of you today
Silver screen adapted from my thoughts on Broadway

You saved the world we lived in such harmony

Blockbuster sales in twelve countries

Remembered all these years
Falling like rain

A truth that appears

Oh the genius of pain oh

Cause I'm on my back on my back again
Words we had to describe the same feeling

Now without a meaning

Cause I'm on my back on my back again
Looking at a hole in the ceiling